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=== The Devil You Know [5.20] ===
:'''Sam''': YouQueres want to talkfalar? After whatDepois youdo didque tonos usfizeste?
:'''Crowley''': AfterDepois whatdo Ique didvos to youfiz? I gaveEu youdei-vos thea Colt!
:'''Sam''': Yeah,Pois ande yousabias knewque itnão wouldn'tia workfuncionar againstno the Devildiabo!
:'''Crowley''': I neverNão!
:'''Sam''': You set us up. We lost people on that suicide run, good people!
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:'''Crowley''': [''referringEles toqueimaram-me demons'']a They burned down my housecasa! TheyComeram ateo mymeu tailoralfaiate!
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:'''Crowley''': I'veJá soldvendo sinpecado toa saintssantos forhá centuriesséculos. YouAchas thinkque Inão can'tconsigo closefazer onenegócio littlecom demonum demóniozinho?
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:'''Crowley''': Parabéns. Vais viver para sempre.
:'''Brady''': See, War and Famine, even if I could cram the rings back on their bony fingers, I doubt it would do much good. They're withered husks right now, fetal position on the floor, all thanks to you. So I don't want the rings. What I want is retribution. And I'm going to rip it right out of your ass!
:'''Brady''': WhatO didque you dofizeste? ▼:'''Crowley''': Fui a um ninho de demónios e fiz um pequeno massacre. Mas devo estar a perder o jeito. Deixei uma daquelas baratas viver. Ups! E também sou capaz de lhes ter dado a impressão de que ontem há noite deixaste o teu posto porque tu e eu somos...espera... os Amantes Unidos Contra Satanás. Olá querido. Por isso agora a tua morte está fora de questão. Agora vais poder estar na lista do tormento eterno do patrão para a eternidade aqui com o teu velho.
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:'''CrowleyBrady''': What?O Itque wenté like clockwork.isto?
:'''Dean''': Todos aqueles anjos, todos aqueles demónios, todos aqueles filhos-da-mãe... eles não conseguem perceber pois não, Sammy?
:'''Dean''': Not for me, you son of a bitch!
:'''Sam''': No,Pois they don'tnão, Dean. ▼:'''Crowley''': That's what you get working with a Demon.
:'''Dean''': Não sei se estás a ver, Brady, deviam era ter medo de nós.
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:'''Bobby''': Sai da minha casa antes que te encha tanto de sal que até cagas margaritas.
▲:'''Brady''': What did you do?
:'''Crowley''': Went over to a demon's nest, had a little massacre. Must be losing my touch, though. Let one of the little toads live. Oops! Also might have given said toad the impression that you left your post last night because you and I are...wait for it... Lovers in League Against Satan. Hello darling. So now death is off the table. Now you get to be on the boss's eternal torment list with little old me.
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:'''Brady''': Get me the hell out of here!
:'''Dean & Sam''': Shut up!
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:'''Dean''': You're back?
:'''Crowley''': I'm invested. Currently. [''Hellhound growls''] Stay..!
:'''Dean''': You can control them?!
:'''Crowley''': Not that one. [''pats his Hellhound which appears to be about 5 feet high based on position of his hand''] I brought my own. Mine's bigger. Sick 'em, boy!
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:'''Crowley''': [''referring to his Hellhound''] I'll wager $1,000 my pup wins.
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:'''Brady''': What is this?
:'''Dean''': All those angels, all those demons, all those sons of bitches... they just don't get it, do they, Sammy?
▲:'''Sam''': No, they don't, Dean.
:'''Dean''': You see, Brady, we're the ones you should be afraid of.
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:'''Bobby''': Get the hell off my property before I blast you so full of rock salt, you crap margaritas.
=== Two Minutes To Midnight [5.21] ===
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